[It doesn't hurt as he expects it to, and he's braced for it. For the sensation of being ripped in two, of having half of his whole torn away from him. As his eyes closed, he had imagined being set on fire or perhaps, being held underneath the freezing water near the Fjerdan border.
What he doesn't expect, is something annoying. The prick that almost turns in to an itch, but he stays still, barely breathing as Degar works his magic over him.]
Thank you.
[As he blinks away dots of bright lights setting off in front of his eyes from how hard he was squeezing them closed just a second ago.] Lukewarm news?
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What he doesn't expect, is something annoying. The prick that almost turns in to an itch, but he stays still, barely breathing as Degar works his magic over him.]
Thank you.
[As he blinks away dots of bright lights setting off in front of his eyes from how hard he was squeezing them closed just a second ago.] Lukewarm news?